This is a song about "Wheel chairs"

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

That's the way i conceal, crash the game like i've lost the wheel,

Devil saying spin the wheel as failure is seeping in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

I'mma fuck up this game and then i'll just spin it like a wheel,

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here